Sinead
O Connor

Von Chris and his band 27.12.2023 um 09:03 Uhr | melden

I am stretched on your grave
And will lie there forever
If your hands were in mine
Id be sure wed not sever

My apple tree my brightness
Its time we were together
For I smell of the earth
And am worn by the weather

When my family thinks
That Im safe in my bed
From night until morning
I am stretched at your head

Calling out to the air
With tears hot and wild
My grief for the girl
That I loved as a child

Do you remember
The night we were lost
In the shade of the blackthorn
And the chill of the frost

Thanks be to Jesus
We did what was right
And your maiden head still
Is your pillar of light

The priest and the friars
Approach me in dread
Because I still love you
My love and youre dead

I still would be your shelter
Through rain and through storm
And with you in your cold grave
I cannot sleep warm

Rest in peace, Sinead, we love you.